We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
Common Ground
A Ro\l w I ( i| nil NIGH! COURT; \ "SQI KK " II l>< l AND \ PI RSI ( I'll I) GIRI .
By Jerome Shorey
Produced bj the I askj I eature Play Company
Arriving at the farm, Kitty dtS■ , (; kindred spirit, little Bobby, to whom also the Judge is a wonderjut hero.
BURIED in thought, neithei hearing the rattle of the L trains nor seeing the queer sights ami sounds of the tangled streets, Judge Evans lefl the dingy building where he presided over the Women's Night Court and strolled aimlessly toward the river. The futility oi his work began to impress and oppress him.
Voung ami ambitious, he had deliberately turned Ins back
upon many opportunities that promised fame and gain,
because he believed that in this sordid work there were
great opportunities for helping unfortunates. Had he
been able to help them? What could he do to help?
There was the law to be administered — he could nol
ignore that entirely — and to be too
lenient would only place a premium
upon vice. To know intimately the con
ditions with which he was dealing he had
none so far as to come down to this dingy quarter to live, and he began to
feel that his sacrifices were in vain. The difficulty was. he mused, that the lawhad singled out just one of the parties to what it designated a crime against society, and said the other might go free. It was the law that was to blame, and almost nothing could be done so long as the man —
There was a muffled scream. The judge looked about and found limself in a narrow and very dark street, almost deserted. Opposite, he finally discerned in a narrow entrance the figures of two persons, apparently in a struggle. That was nothing out of the ordinary in this quarter, and to interfere without invitation in common street brawls was not merely unwise but dangerous. However, the judge stopped, to wait for developments.
"Let me go! — let me go!"
It was the voice of a girl, and
there was no curse in it. Judge
Evans ran across the street. He
found a slender girl fighting des
87